I’ve been getting some positive feedback on this blog, so I’ll try to keep posting. I’m glad everyone is enjoying our little misadventures. And while I do make fun of my little Elliot some, rest assured that I love him dearly and would do anything for him. It is just a matter of figuring out what that is sometimes… I had a realization the other day when Logan and I were at Market Square. He had Elliot in the BABYBJÖRN Baby Carrier and we were about to cross the street when a car came up and did not appear to be slowing down. It did, but I noticed afterwards that I was ready to jump in front of that car to keep my Elliot safe. Being a parent is an interesting experience…
Also, I would like to take this moment to put in a plug for the Boppy Pillow. When your four recorded feedings from yesterday afternoon/evening average 74 minutes apiece (seriously, my app recorded that!), it’s nice to have a hand free. I would never get anything done without it!
Yesterday evening Aunt Cathy and Tio Carlos came to visit Elliot. Unfortunately, when they arrived, he was feeding and when he was done he was fussy. I went to change him, but there was no need. So, I snuck him downstairs while Logan showed off the new entertainment center. The washer was running with the load of a thousand garments, so I sat Elliot on it. Would you know it? It actually worked. Elliot was suddenly in a presentable mood! I brought him back up to his great relatives, who proceeded to argue over who got to hold him. Elliot then peed on Aunt Cathy such that it made her look like she peed herself. I apologized and took him for a change, but Elliot and I shared a quick giggle at the changing table (Sorry Cathy! Thanks for being a good sport!)
When we returned Carlos asked me a question, part of which must have gotten lost in translation. I think he meant, “How are you handling being a mother?” but he said, “How are you at being a mother?” to which I replied, “Well, he’s not dead yet!”
The evening was another fussy/nursey one. Logan tried the dryer thing again, which elicited a burp, and I ate the world’s fastest dinner to accommodate Elliot’s demanding feeding schedule. Then, he went to sleep at about 10:30 and only woke up for light feedings and diaper changes. The Huggies were an issue again. Overnight casualties: 4 baby pajamas, one Boppy cover, the fitted sheet, and my pajamas. I’ll never bother doing laundry again (unless Elliot needs to be soothed)!
In October 2011, I posted the following sonogram and comment on Facebook.
“Another look at our future third player! Some interesting things about this ultrasound: The baby was moving its mouth the whole time, like it was talking to us! We have a future jabber mouth 😀 Also, it was 8AM and the baby put its hand up against its head like it wanted to go back to sleep. Not a morning baby? I suppose we will find out.”
Anyways, this morning at 8AM, Elliot would only wake to drink for about 6 minutes from my right boob. By 10AM, the left was getting so full and he wouldn’t wake up to help me out, so I had to pump so as to avoid getting engorged, again. When my milk first came in, I got extremely engorged but couldn’t feel it thanks to the awesome painkillers. Logan and I figured it out when Elliot couldn’t latch on to my rock hard boobs. Anyways, now I am mostly off the meds and would prefer to avoid super painful fullness. Of course, at 11AM Elliot finally decided he was hungry.
